170 Hydra

This was bad.

Hades's face darkened as endless darkness extended tendrils at his command, reaching from the physical realm into the Warp.

He'd let that Greenskin run away.

The Underking's essence continued calculating every possibility that could increase their odds of victory, but the part of him that belonged to Hades was already screaming in his heart with crazed distortion.

His embarrassing past had run away!!!

As Hades howled inwardly, the power of darkness continued to spread. He even began trying to tear open the veil between the Warp and the physical world, attempting another forced entry into the Warp.

But Khorne would not let him have his way.

...Or rather, the Alpha Legion would not let him have his way?

The black-faced Underking slowly descended, red eyes gleaming with murderous light as he stared at the meddler who had overestimated himself—

Or rather, this should have been Khorne and Baal's stage, but a temporary plan by the Great Devourer had turned it into the Underking's scene of public disgrace.

Elsewhere, Mortarion swallowed when he sensed faint signs that the Psychic Power field around Baal was about to fracture further.

The Pale Lord supported himself as he rose, still dizzy. The piercing ringing in his ears had not stopped. The Null Field inflicted torment beyond the senses upon the Primarchs, and the fact that he could stand now already spoke to his resilience.

Mortarion's head was splitting. After realizing that Hades's emotions were slightly unstable, he took a deep breath.

...Calm down, my friend.

This was the first time Mortarion had ever said such words to Hades. Usually, Hades was the one using them to persuade Mortarion. Who would have thought that ten thousand years later, Mortarion would be the one with the chance to say them?

"Greenskin..."

Hades's faintly